Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 24, 2009 19:40:20 GMT -5
And that's exactly the smell hanging around this room and part of the hall in Decepticon territory. The thick and heavy scent of burned fleshies.
Small digits work and handle elongated cylinders, nailing them to each other in specific, memorised ways. Behind him smolders a pile of something unidentifiable at a distance, but analyse the scent and the material will testify cruelty. The firestarter a simple, slow lamp/magnifying glass setup.
One should think of shutting off the lamp, one should think of turning on ventilation to get rid of the stench. But the owner of the setup just doesn't care for those worries. They're... grown up.
No, finishing the project is, by far, more interesting. And when the last nail grinds the final pieces steadily to the base one can see the live model of a Gillanan creature. Or, it's bony remains. Owh, but this is not just a statue. The maker demonstrates this by snaking a finger below the jawline, hinches yielding to bring the skull and cervical vertebraes in a 'looking upwards' position. A push between the shoulderblades and the toy stands ready to lash out. Articulation!
"Heh... so much fun!" the bot chuckles, voice incredibly young, yet ultimately dark and menacing. A distinct voice belonging to none other than Mistwind, in all its sick & twisted little ways. The human-sized Decepticon stands up, shuts down the lamp, and peers down into the hallway, blinking once, twice.
"It's done!" Pride fills the yell down the hall, but he's none to wait, so clutches his new toy, and decides to spread creativity.
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Feb 27, 2009 6:40:51 GMT -5
There is smoke in the hallway.
Why is there smoke in the hallway?
Its is with this question that Eye-Fire (Ghost having had his fun for now.) advances down the corridor into the thick cloud of smoke that smells as if someone is testing flame weaponry on meat creatures. Given Eye-Fire's poor track record with meat creatures, he does not necessarily disapprove.
He comes to the door out of which the smoke is billowing,but due to a combination of not expecting such a small transformer and the smoke he doesn't spot Mistwind.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 27, 2009 18:26:55 GMT -5
Eye-Fire can dissapprove if he so wants. It'll probably flash somewhere on the barren edges of Mistwind's attention span.
His approach does catch the attention of the child coming to meet the lower parts that are Eye-fire, and head tilts curiously. No greeting? Woe Invisibility, Mistwind does not accept!
Grinning madly, the small one lunges upwards toy-first out of the smoke, skull dangling around furiously just inches from the other Con's sensors, "Eye-fire sir! play with me!" he squeaks. And rightly plummets back to the ground.
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Feb 28, 2009 9:02:02 GMT -5
Suddenly greeted by what looks to be a skeletal monstrosity that squeaks when it attacks, Eye-Fire does what any other Decepticon would do.
He takes a swing at it, stumbling backwards as he does so to gain some distance on the terrible beast out to devour him.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 28, 2009 9:13:50 GMT -5
Duskwing is just happy to be finally repaired after all this time, even if his paintjob is a bit questionable. Finding matching paint for everyone has been just a bit of a bear, and Duskwing is pretty low on the totem pole of fashion prima-donnas--he isn't one. Fortunately, he was able to cobble together vaguely related shades of blue and purple and magenta, so he's now a sort of blue-purple camouflage-stripe pattern. At least, that's what he'd tell anyone who asked.
The hall is full of smoke. Duskwing stares at it for a second, then his programmed training kicks--"notify someone, don't leave the fire, fight the fire".
// There's a room on fire off the hall, or something, // Duskwing dutifully notifies the Decepticon Band. He forgets to mention anything useful, like which room or where in the hall.
Look, just behind him--a fire-fighting substation! How convenient. He smashes open the panel, unrolls the hose, plugs it into the firemain, and cocks the trigger just like he was trained. Duskwing is quite proud that he knows what to do!
Two figures stagger out of the smoke1--what if they're on fire? Duskwing gives both of them a squirt with the fire-retardant foam, and then bravely charges past them into the smoke, liberally spraying foam everywhere in Mistwind's room.
--- 1Somewhat unreliable narrator, Dusky is.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Feb 28, 2009 14:07:25 GMT -5
The skull disconnects easily with Eye-fire's blow, sailing far throughout the hall. Mistwind's stare goes between the remains still with him and Eye-fire up in smoke. "Why did y---??!!"
Pitch black world, no! Mistwind sinks back against the wall, making himself even smaller than he already is. Hands clutch, grab and wipe at optics and mouth, low defensive hissing emit as someone barges past.
"Which slaggin' idiot blinded me!?!"
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Feb 28, 2009 17:07:20 GMT -5
Ack! Foam in optic! Foam in optic!
And with an optic as big as Eye-Fire's, that's a lot of ack. Eye-ire flails, falling back agianst the wall behind him as the foam hits him, he thinks its launched some insidious spit at him.
"Stay back, there's a monster hiding in the smoke!" He yells, hearing voices near him. Transforming his right hand, he fires a few shots blind into the smoke, hoping to tag whatever s attacking him. Of course, he has no way of knowing that he might hit Duskwing, or even Mistwind should the small 'con decide to jump up again.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 28, 2009 19:34:10 GMT -5
After a few minutes of hosing down the room, Duskwing shuts off the valve and looks the situation over. Nothing is burning, and nothing will burn now. He grins in satisfaction at a job well done--
Until the shooting starts in the corridor outside.
He turns and yells, "HEY! STAND DOWN, YOU PANICKY IDJIT! THE FIRE'S OUT!"
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Mar 1, 2009 20:30:04 GMT -5
All the smoke and all the ruckus has drawn the attention of yet another passer-by, a figure that comes and goes, determined useful enough to allow around, for when she's here she helps well enough with the repairs.
A young-sounding, childlike voice singsongs through the smoke. "Give him a pipe, he'll smoke all night, smoke all night, smoke all night, give him a pipe he'll smoke all night, my fair lady."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 2, 2009 17:32:25 GMT -5
As soon as his vision returns, Mistwind bolts back into his room because of the voice coming out of it. He stand offs in the doorway, a dark shadow enveloped in smoke.
"There was no fire, did you see any fire?? I saw no fire! No sire, no fire in Mistwind's room, because oh yes, someone burned, but that someone burned out long ago while he peeled off its skin!!!" How dare this 'con spray all over his stuff unasked for?? who's gonna clean his room? The grinding of teeth serves a righteous warning that someone will be wearing the latest in teethmarks here.....
Singings!! Outside! As he's fairly used to not knowing the Terran songs; Mistwind tilts his head curiously, attempting to answer the melody still, " Give her.... toys..... she'll play all night, play all night, play all night, give her toys, she'll play all night, my fair lady?"
'Gnaw Duskwing' just got scratched from to-do list. Why was he going to do so again?
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Mar 3, 2009 0:35:02 GMT -5
Eye-Fire has managed to wipe to foam out of his optic, adelicate task when all he has is hard metal fingers to clean easily damaged lenses, when he hears singing in a voice he recognises.
Which is currently irrelevant, as he's searching for what attacked him, and the smoke having cleared somewhat, he spots the headless, small skeleton and refuses to believe this was what attacked him. Of course, he also sees Mistwind and Dukswing in front of him, directly in his line of fire. Oops.
"Anyone hurt? Who does this carcass belong to?" He asks, picking the skeleton up in one hand to study it closer.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 3, 2009 7:26:37 GMT -5
"Of course there's no fire," Duskwing retorts, backing out of Mistwind's room. He glances down at the tiny Decepticon, taking care for once not to step on someone in his way. "I put it out. Wouldna be a good firefighter if it was still burnin', see?"
He peers at Screwdriver, frowns, then asks hopefully, gesturing with the fire hose, "You're not on fire, are you?"
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Mar 4, 2009 19:23:14 GMT -5
"Fire-fly, fire-fly, come from the hill, ashes, ashes, they all fall down," the Junkion answers Duskwing through the smoke. She approaches the others, a wide, innocent smile on her face. "There’s water in the ocean, and water in the skies, ashes, ashes, no fire to be found."
At Mistwind's answering singsong, her smile widens further, brightening her expression, and indeed, the whole area. "Give her toys, she'll play all night!" she repeats, holding out her hand. In it is a little round mechanical bird that goes, 'cheep cheep, cheep cheep.' The bird is done in shades of sapphire.
"Boys and girls, come out to play. The moon doth shine as bright as day!" she adds, lifting her other hand. In it, sporting ruby tones, is another bird. 'Cheep cheep, cheep cheep,' goes the little mechanical bird.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Mar 6, 2009 16:43:56 GMT -5
Hmm, well, bother be his room. Mistwind bounds proudly and nods at Eye-Fire, "Mine, sir! Toy is my design!" And he's damn right to flaunt it too!
Birdies! Creatures capable of independent flight! Mistwind eyes the replicas curiously, "Screwdriver, what toys are these?".
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Mar 7, 2009 3:59:55 GMT -5
Well, Eye-Fire feels like an idiot now, not least for breaking somebodies "toy".
"It was excellently crafted. Are you able to do the same with larger specimens?" Eye-Fire asks.
Eye-Fire regards Screwdriver in the same way you would regard a landmine "disarmed" by an amateur. He half expects the little birds to explode any second.
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